None the Wiser

Casey always told us that dying was being born. You may think that’s reincarnation talk, but no. Always yourself, just coming in again and again fresh and new, unaware. You’ve died so many times in this life, stalling out on one last memory, spiraling into yourself again, you best hope you’re thinking up a good one.

Sometimes I don’t want to fall asleep in case I don’t wake up, I tell him.

You’ll wake up somewhere, he says. And be none the wiser.